Just take my hand;;
And we'll be fine
Welcome to my charrie page, which is currently under re-vamp and such. I'm doing my best to get some pictures up, but yeah. I thought that some darker colors would suit the mood of the guild at the moment. "This is War...May the Goddess have mercy on us all" Well, and SMUDGE... Fear the great bunny overlord and hope his wrath does not descend upon us mere whimpering mortals...
Terry
One mistake leads to another and now I'm standing at the crossroads of my own failure.
(Pic coming soon)-You stand alone,
you head hung low;
Gasping for that last breath,
I try and reach and ease your pain,
But you shake your head,
And take the shame,
You're dying from the inside out,
Why won't you let me in?
You fake a smile,
But I can see,
Past that cover, and past the lies,
Past those iron eyes,
You're going to break sometime soon,
Tell me what are you trying to prove?
By holding up your world alone,
When you know my words are true.-
The basics
Quote hereName: Terragon Jason Moarre
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Rank: Thief and Story Teller
Age: 24 years
Height: 6'0
Magical affilication: He has magic like all elves, but not the kind that is wild and tameless. His magic is not nature oriented but something a little more, personal. His magic is in his speech, and in the way he holds himself. His words weave a web that can convince anyone of halfway anything with sweet allure. Yet he has other talents, such as being able to slip into the shadows as a mean of escape.
Friends: He thinks Karri, Dylan and perhaps even Gaiana are friends.
Parents/Siblings:
Father: Vesper Lon Moarre;; Deceased
Mother: Kinijo Vera Xthen;; Alive
Siblings: Mirage Xenith Moarre;; Alive
Adoptive Father: Marcus Taikinorin Xthen;; Alive
Life partner: Amilia Kibbs;; Deceased.
Offspring: None alive
Appearance: Terry is fairly tall, and lean. His shoulders and hips are even a bit slender. But he is strong, and his arms are well muscled, as are his very long legs. Terry's eyes are very dark, and at most times appear black, but they are really just a very dark green. His skin is slightly tanned, but not much. And his dark green hair makes his skin look slightly shadowed. Yes, I did say his hair was green. Very, very dark green. More like a ruddy black that seems green at times. And he keeps his hair very neat, and well combed. It brings out the sculpted look of his face and jaw, and it showed the part of his ears that were pierced. Each three times. He also has slender hands, with very long fingers.
Terry wears a dark green cloak over his brown shirt and pants. And his shoes, are made of very soft leather, the same material as his gloves. Something important in his line of work. He also wears a belt with odds and ends hanging from it, including a couple mismatched daggers. And on his back is a quiver.
Personality: He has what you can call roguish charm. He can be overly flirtatious at times, but he respects women highly. In fact, he is highly cultured, and he considers females to be the more valued gender. But that doesn't stop him from being a rebel and a pain in society. He is almost addicted to pick pocketing, and he feels no guilt in stealing. But he will not steal from those who have not wealth to share; in fact, he is a softy for a pretty girl or a man hard on his luck. So he will often part with his treasures and give them to others. He also, always seems to get into fights, indirectly. He enjoys watching arguments, just not participating in them. So he will use his silver tongue to weave a believable tale and watch the chaos unfold. But his wit and charm gets him in trouble, a lot. And he usually gets the men folk mad at him, because he would be casting glances at their girls. Terry usually doesn't fight his way out of these confrontations. He usually runs, fast on his feet, and slips away the second he is out of their sight for a moment. But there is a flip-side to this picture. While he commonly changes his persona depending on who he is dealing with; usually he is trying to get people to leave him alone, especially the men folk; he has a few quirks that stay the same consistently. He is highly protective of his sister, and gentle around children. Terry also has a strange obsession with death among youths, or better said, a paralyzing fear. After witnessing two women in his life loose unborn children; his own mother when she first married again, and a girl he had snuck off with and had bore a child; he became depressed about the idea of actually having a relationship. So while he flirts, he almost never becomes serious. This fear making him cautious.
History: Terry will almost never tell anyone about his past. Fact is, he was born into a very poor family, and for a time, he had learned to pick pocket to provide for his mother and baby sister. His father had become very ill when he was young, and had passed away, after a long fight with the sickness. But then, he was caught trying to pickpocket from one of the thief king's lackeys, and taken to the thief king himself. At first, Terry thought that he was going to be killed by the mastermind behind the underground world of crime; instead he was offered a partnership. Terry became very wealthy, very fast. Soon, he was able to help his mother buy a new house, and when their wealth grew his mother was courted. And soon, Terry was the adopted son of a minor noble. He should have been happy, but his new father did not want him to go out on the streets at night. He wanted to groom him into a proper gentleman. Terry was soon miserable, and one night, he ran away. He was sixteen, and he ran, and kept running. He paid one last visit to the man who had helped him, and told him of his reasons for living. The thief king was angry, but understood. So he made Terry promise him something. If he should ever get a letter, bidding him to return, that he must, because it meant that the thief king had a favor to ask of him. Terry agreed, and expected to hear the favor soon after he left. It took years, almost eight to be exact before he heard anything from the Thief King. He was called upon and kidnapped by his men, along with a dragon rider named Dylan. Things could have gotten deadly had a young assassin named Karri had not decided to help them escape. She gave up everything to help Terry and Dylan get free. Now Terry wanders around Xohlia, keeping his head low and trying to avoid the Thief King's spies. He prays that the dragon rider and assassin are alright as he travels from one town to the next.
Roleplayed by "Catsitta" ("Guardiansdragon").
Mirage
Sometimes you just can't be who you want to be, so you have to be who you are, even if that means being nothing at all.
-You laugh, and cry,
Tell truth and lie,
But what do you believe?
Are you really who say you are?
Or are you someone else?
You change from day to day,
Like the wind, you're moving fast,
Tell me, are you running from your past?
You cannot hide your skin,
You cannot hide your kin,
You cannot hide the truth,
When all you have are lies.
You flicker and you fade,
Shift and wash away,
Are you who you claim to be?
Someone no one sees?
Or are you someone more,
Like a image in the sun,
Shifting to distortion,
And when someone reaches for you,
You fade away to none?
The Basics
Quote hereName: Mirage Xenith Moarre
Gender: Female
Race: Half-dark elf
Rank: Magician/con artist.
Age: 19 years
Height: 5'5
Magical affilication: Her magic is a mixture of dark-elf and forest elf. Sometimes it is beautiful; like when she weaves spells that create images such as flowers of butterflies. Yet at times it can be dark; she can cast enchantments that make one feel like they can't breath, or are bound, or even haunted by charms cast to trick their eyes as much as their minds. Though, her most common use for her magic is for games of trick and chance; but, she normally is fast enough with her hands and eyes to not need to use magic to con people if she so chose.
Friends: None
Parents/Siblings:
Father: xx-xx;; unknown
Mother: Kinijo Vera Xthen;; Alive
Siblings: Terragon Jason Maorre;; Alive
Adoptive Father: Marcus Taikinorin Xthen;; Alive
Life partner: None
Offspring: None
Appearance:Mirage is a very small, but shapely girl. She stands at five foot five, with narrow shoulders and rounded hips. She has a lovely hourglass figure and gets many looks from passing by men. But her mixed heritage is obvious. Unlike her brothers, her skin is a slight blue-silver color, and her hair a dark steel-blue, that shimmers white in direct sun. Her eyes are like her brothers though, a dark green that seems black. And her ears and long and narrow, a sign of being a pure blooded elf, just with a mix of dark and blood elf. Inset in each lobe is a sparkling gemstone, just like the ones she gave her brother when he left all those years ago. Her face is angular, and always seems to have a critical or serious look upon it. And on her arms are tattoo like birth marks. These strange runes snake up her arms and shoulder and all along her back, a symbol, a sign that no one can decipher.
She wears outfits that are fashionable, but modest to a point. She likes clothing that clings to her skin. So she wears silks and such or leathers. Her normal dress though is a shirt that reaches just above her belly button, and shorts that run down her legs to just above the knee. She also wears soft shoes, and many bracelets. On her hip is a dagger, and on her back is a bow and arrow.
Personality: Mirage is a person of many sides. At one moment she is quiet and shy, and the next outspoken. She is highly tolerant of her brother, but not of anyone else. She hates talking about her family, even with her brother, due to the secrets behind her birth. She has abandonment issues, and hates to be left alone. It all began with her brother leaving too. In fact, most of her issue started when her brother ran away. He was her strength, her confidence, her only friend. But, she is always looking for company, and people who will accept her and her strange skin. Most people mistake her for something she is not, and chase her away. But despite fact her blood is red, no one believes she is not a true dark elf. All this, has made her deeply hurt and twisted on the inside. And she has problems trusting people, and when she does trust them, she takes betrayal hard.
History: She was born to her mother as a half-blooded, out of wedlock child. In fact, her father was so ill, he never noticed how his daughter wasn't pale skinned with dark hair and eyes. But was blue, and the only thing that showed her blood ties to the family were her dark green eyes. As a baby, she knew little, but when she was a little older, her brother began bringing home treasures. She loved her brother, he was so kind to her. He never judged her because she was different. In fact, she didn't know why everyone, including her own mother, watched her so warily. Later in life she would know why, it was because her mother had been a mistress to a dark elf landlord in order to keep her home before Terry began bringing in money. So when they had enough fortune for her mother to attract a minor noble, her mother became very embarrassed of her. She was so different, obvious that she wasn't her supposed father's daughter. So she became almost outcast from her family, all but her brother would exclude her. But, her adoptive father gave her an education and showered her in wealth and all the things a noble girl should get. She was not happy though, neither was her brother. Then, he told her that the was leaving, how he wasn't happy being a noble's son. So she gave him a set of earrings that matched the ones she owned. Terry was obviously uncertain about wearing the girly earrings, but he put them on anyway. This made her happy, but when he left, it was like a piece of her left with him. She was alone, and felt unwanted. When she became an adult, she left, but who would care? Her mother had two other children, twins, another son and daughter she could coo over. Two children that Terry didn't know about because he left before they were born. So she left and embraced what she was, a dark elf and a blood elf. Her magic was dark but potent. And unlike her brother, she practiced this magic more than any weapon. She would survive on her own, she didn't need anyone else. Terry had taught her tricks to survival, pick-pocketing and such. While her mother had said that a girl with no money and no family would end up hungry, on the streets, and giving herself to men for her basic needs; she did none of that. She simply did what she knew how to do; steal, perform magic, and made her way in life. She is still young, and she decided to search for her brother. Where her path will take her, even she doesn't know.
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Karri
I want to simply sit and enjoy this perfect moment, before more blood is spilled in the name of keeping the peace.
You lived your life in silence,
In a world of darkness,
You watch the days flicker past,
And you do not understand
How life could move this fast,
And slow at the same time.
You close your eyes and pray,
That things will change,
But everything around you fades,
And disappears into a sea of blood.
Why can't you make it end,
The pain and the regrets,
You live in confusion about your purpose,
And you cannot understand.
The Basics
Quote hereName: Karriana Emilia Durges
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human and half Elf
Rank: Thief/Assassin
Age: 18 years
Height: 5"3
Magical affilication: Karri is part elf, but she lacks any real kind of magic. She makes up for her lack of magic in other ways.
Friends: She respects Terry, and tends to stare at Dylan. She isn't exactly sure who to consider friends.
Parents/Siblings:
Father: xx-xx;; Deceased
Mother: xx-xx;;Deceased
Siblings: Unknown
Life partner: None
Offspring: None
Appearance: Karri is slightly below average height with slightly wider than average shoulders. Her frame over all is very slight due to growing up with limited amounts of food and such. Her jaw bone is narrow and sleek and her cheek bones raised slightly, but other than the slightest tip to her ears, she looks fairly human. Though, for a girl she is well muscled, with strong arms and legs. Though, despite being very well muscled, she still retains some feminine look to her. She has slightly tilted gray-blue eyes and full lips; she also has female curves that make her somewhat attractive. She just is a tad unapproachable at times for her long black hair with streaks of auburn and blonde, is always tied back and makes her outfit look kind of punk like. She wears a red shirt with a black jacket, and belt lined with assorted weapons and poisons, long black pants and soft leather boots. From her ears dangle little silver cresset moons, and around her neck is a velvet choke-necklace with small glittery stones around it. She also wears fingerless gloves that only reach up to her wrists. Karri also wears a chain on her belt and has a dagger in one boot.
Personality: Karri is very socially awkward. She always ends up being silent around strangers, and as she attempt to figure out how to communicate with them. Then she usually ends up either saying something odd or even if it isn't, she ends up embarrassed. One of her major quirks is when she wants to say something, she bites her lip. This keeps her from speaking out, but at times she will make it bleed when frustrated about not being able to let herself speak her mind. But, when she is comfortable in a situation, she is serious and firm, and most people will listen to her. At times like that, she radiates a kind of leadership. But, she mostly sits and watched people from a distance like her occupation requires. She has no problems with death, the whole aspect of it just doesn't seem to phase her. After years of emotion numbing training as an assassin, she knows her duty and little else. But that doesn't stop her from being intelligent and an excellent strategist. She can usually figure out a solution to most problems very quickly, and her actions to make the solution possible are strangely outlandish at times. Yet you won't find her ever making a plan that includes heights, it is one of the few things that makes this normally strong-willed woman, crumble.
History: Perhaps one day someone will gain her trust enough to delve into her past. But for now, she doesn't speak of what isn't known. Ask her of her parents, and you will only recieve this small bit of information, she was orphaned and the only family she ever knew was that of the underground city of thieves. And if you are to know of her occupation, she might divulge how she was part of an experimental program in which the thieves raised their own band of assassins in order to keep ranks with other groups.
Learn her full history by looking up 'Catsitta' on dA, and clicking on 'Karri's Story --Prologue--.
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Amor'th
I promised myself that I would make everything right, but as of late, I realize how impossible that promise is to make true.
You see the good inside,
When others see only dark,
You have faith when all give in,
And you hope when hope is lost.
But in all your valor,
What do you hope to achieve?
When the world around you is painted red,
And the cries of the innocent ring loud,
When the clash of steel against bone is heard,
And men fall, and women cry,
Who are you to stop it?
You fight a losing battle,
To tame the evil that you see,
But in truth the greater evil,
Is the part of you that you hide.
For when the blood of battle is spilled,
What can you do, other than take more lives?
The Basics
Quote hereName: Mallamor'th White, he goes by Amor'th.
Gender: Male
Race: Half light elemental and half human
Rank: Spell-sword (for those who do not play RPG's, a spell caster whom is also a warrior)
Age: Lost track
Height: 5'9
Magical affilication: His magic is of the Elemental breed. Pure and tameless as the light around him. He uses his powers to do mostly healing, but will, and can; bend the light into spells and even weapons in dire circumstances.
Friends: Isis
Parents/Siblings:
Mother: Mysti Camille White (deceased)
Father: Kei'th White (unknown)
Siblings: Malla'th White (alive)
Life partner: None
Offspring: None
Appearance: Amor'th is average height, a bit thin, other than that fairly average. Now, he is stronger than he looks, underneath his concealing clothing is strong muscle trademark of a swordsman. His face is lean and his jaw is strong but soft all at the same time. In fact, Amor'th is just easy to look at. He has soft silver eyes and white hair, but not from age. It is obvious that he is young, but at times people think he is much younger than he really is. Due to his mixed blood, Amor'th has lived many years past an average human span, how many, he is unsure. But, he simply lets people assume his age, most guesses are in the mid-twenties, rather than try and explain. Amor'th isn't exactly one to be considered inconspicuous either. While he doesn't try and attract attention, his clothing always seems too. He wears the robes of a spell caster, white with blue accents. As well as silver pants and white boots. All of this might be a little less noticeable if the design wasn't so outlandish or foreign. But, he doesn't try and hide what he is and also openly wears a sword of fine make and around his neck is a sapphire pendant that he can channel magic through.
Personality: Amor'th is overall a friendly person. He smiles a lot, and he has a high tolerance for practically anyone. In fact, he is almost always Mr. Goody-goody two shoes. He follows to the mindset of there is good in everyone and in the right situation people can be trusted to do the right thing. Did I mention he is a bit innocent minded? Like a forever child in his ethic and moral standards. But what is strange is the fact that he is a willing participant in the war. This is the same man who would never fight a man in the streets to settle an old score, or even if that man had knocked out a tooth or two. His mindset is this, never harm an innocent, never fight if there is another way out, and do not take another's life, especially in cold blood; but if the only way to protect the innocent is to fight and take lives, then fight he must. He feels great guilt for those who he has slain in battle, it haunts his dreams at night. But he finds comfort in the stars, and in the peaceful silence of summer nights and afternoons; he dreams of the end of the war, and going back to those days.
History: The thing about Amor'th and Malla'th is that they aren't exactly two separate people. In fact, they were born one person. A single son named Mallamor'th, but, his elemental powers were too much for his fragile body and in some bizarre twist of Fate, he became two. One was in all essence pure and good, his powers embodied the light that his father had endowed him with. The other, well, was opposite. He was corrupted, in all essence evil. He was the worst of human nature, and his powers were tainted. The light became an ugly dark, and so did the child. But Amor'th never gave up in trying to help his twin brother Malla'th, for they were one person, why couldn't they achieve that wholeness again? His brother wanted no part in becoming whole again, and scorned Amor'th for his efforts. It wasn't long before Malla'th left home, but Amor'th never stopped having faith in his twin. So, as he grew, he continued the training he was started in young in life. He became agile with the sword, and mentored for long years in order to gain control over his elemental powers. Now, he travels across Xohlia in search for his missing brother and a way to unite them back into Mallamor'th.
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Malla'th
Just because I hear voices, doesn't mean I'm going crazy.
Isn't this ironic,
The way it all turned out?
I'm sitting here,
There's nothing to fear,
And I'm laughing it all away.
Your efforts to me are worthless,
Who says we all know good?
Far as I'm concerned,
The only thing good is war,
Oh how I crave that look in my enemies eye,
As I strike that final blow,
And the rush of frantic fighting,
And the blood and it's constant flow!
Now stop trying to find a way to save me,
Cause see, I'm perfectly fine!
But of all the ironic things,
Is the way I feel tonight.
The basics
Quote hereName: Mallamor'th White, but he claims his name is Malla'th Darklight
Gender: Male
Race: Half light elemental and half human
Rank: Rouge Spell-sword
Height: 6'3
Age: Lost track years ago
Magical affilication: His magic is of Elemental breed; he mostly uses his talents as a weapon, casting wild flashes of light and drawing strength from the sun and moon. He can heal, but the proccess leaves him utterly wiped out, so he sticks to using his powers violently rather than helpfully.
Friends: Psht, he doesn't think he needs them, but he does secretly enjoy Shenade's company.
Parents/Siblings:
Mother: Mysti Camille White (deceased)
Father: Kei'th White (unknown)
Siblings: Amor'th White (alive)
Life partner: None
Offspring: If he does, he doesn't know
Appearance: Malla'th is tall and of an average build. His jaw is strong and sharp and his smoky-gray eyes dark. In a way, he has an odd mix intimidating, and suave look about him. He wears dark jackets and shirts and white pants, the reason behind this color scheme is not one to question lest you get on his bad side. His black hair is in-between messy and groomed, possibly because he does it on purpose. And what is disturbing about his looks is not his dress style, but his smile. He sharpens his canines. Sort of like a vampire, he sculpts his teeth to be spade-like so that they pierce flesh.
Personality: Malla'th is almost like a walking contradiction. He despises people and his only joy from them is, well, watching them die. But, he always immerses himself among people. Though, while he seems friendly enough at first, a bit odd, but friendly; he really has no linking or tolerance of people. He is prone to outbursts, most of them violent, and result in bloodshed. But that doesn't mean he is always breaking someone in half, he has broken a heart or two as well. Who would go anywhere near Malla'th is quite beyond the comprehension of most, but strangely enough he has had a g;rlfriend or two. Though, again, he is prone to violent outbursts and these unlucky women tend to turn up dead. But with people being antsy as of late, Malla'th has been forced to learn to control himself better. He still gets in plenty of fights, but he tries and not to spill too much blood. It pains him so not to be able to take out the lives of those of whom he wishes, since it brings him much satisfaction to do so. Just one thing is for sure, he is a two-sided coin, and you never know when he is going to flip.
History: The thing about Amor'th and Malla'th is that they aren't exactly two separate people. In fact, they were born one person. A single son named Mallamor'th, but, his elemental powers were too much for his fragile body and in some bizarre twist of Fate, he became two. One was in all essence pure and good, his powers embodied the light that his father had endowed him with. The other, well, was opposite. He was corrupted, in all essence evil. He was the worst of human nature, and his powers were tainted. The light became an ugly dark, and so did the child. But Malla'th didn't care, he was free. As soon as he was old enough he got away from his parents and that goody-goody brother of his that did nothing but ramble about ways to save him, like he was some sort of priest and Malla'th was the sinner. But no, he got out of there. He had his training in the sword, and magic came naturally. He would survive. But all too soon, the realities of the world crashed all around him, and he became lost in it all. Without family or friends, how was he going to live? This was when he learned to make himself seem smooth, he candy-coated his callous nature and managed to talk his way into the heart of a merchants daughter. As he learned of the world around him, and himself, Malla'th relied on the generosity of the merchant. But, his nature couldn't be contained forever, one night, he and the merchant got into a violent argument and the result was blood on his hands. But the thrill, he had never felt more alive. In the rush, he took the life of the merchants daughter as well. Then, he ran. With the taste of blood in his mouth, his life took the turn that defined him. He wanted to fight, he wanted to taste blood and feel the fear of his opponent. Yes, that was what he desired. Now, oddly enough, he fights in the war when opportunity comes his way if only to feast off the adrenaline it gives.
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